


Rub a dub dub

by barbitone



Series: Voltron Fanfiction [19]
Category: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Genre: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Bathing/Washing, Blow Jobs, Bottom Shiro (Voltron), Crack, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, Humor, M/M, Oral Sex, POV Shiro (Voltron), Top Lotor (Voltron)
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-01-12
Updated: 2019-01-12
Packaged: 2019-10-08 23:59:20
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,531
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17396213
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/barbitone/pseuds/barbitone
Summary: “Shiro, we have a problem,” Pidge said. Shiro looked up from the star charts he was going over.“It’s about Lotor,” Lance added. Hunk was there too, wringing his hands nervously and looking a little green in the face, like he was about to throw up.“What’s wrong?” Shiro asked in alarm. “What happened? Is he hurt, or-?”“He stinks, Shiro,” Lance said.“Uh. What?” Shiro asked. “I thought you were getting along better now?”“No,” Lance rolled his eyes, “he stinks, Shiro. Like, he smells bad. Real bad.”





	Rub a dub dub

**Author's Note:**

> We were discussing Lotor's hygiene habits over on shotor discord (conclusion: the bare minimum, disinfecting himself like once in a while if ever and washing his armor about as frequently as women wash their bras seeing as how he's worn the same armor for TEN THOUSAND YEARS yikes) and this happened. FYI- a "phoeb" is roughly a month.
> 
> Thank you to my beta [Lutz](https://archiveofourown.org/users/lutz/pseuds/lutz)!
> 
> Please enjoy and comment :)

 

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“Shiro, we have a problem,” Pidge said. Shiro looked up from the star charts he was going over.

“It’s about Lotor,” Lance added. Hunk was there too, wringing his hands nervously and looking a little green in the face, like he was about to throw up.

“What’s wrong?” Shiro asked in alarm. “What happened? Is he hurt, or-?”

“He stinks, Shiro,” Lance said.

“Uh. What?” Shiro asked. “I thought you were getting along better now?”

“No,” Lance rolled his eyes, “he _stinks_ , Shiro. Like, he smells bad. Real bad.”

Shiro laughed in surprise only to stop abruptly at the way they all frowned at him in unison. Ok- ok, they were _serious_. What was he supposed to say to that?

“He sat next to me during our morning meeting today,” Lance continued, “and I just about passed out. It’s so bad, Shiro. You’re the leader- you have to do something!”

“Allura is too polite to say anything,” Pidge said, “and Coran is too wierd. When we told him he just looked away dreamily and said _‘he smells like an Emperor’_ and then blushed and ran off!”

“And we can’t do it, obviously,” Hunk said.

“Why not?” Shiro asked, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

“He’s scary, Shiro!” Hunk said. “Two days ago I was cooking and I looked up and he was just _standing there_ , just _staring_ at me, all quiet and still. I asked him what he wanted and he just _smirked_ like he was going to rip my guts out and then walked away.” Hunk shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. “But he likes you, you guys are like- tight. Right? Please!”

Shiro hid his smile behind his hand as he looked back to the star charts. “Alright, I’ll talk to him. I’ll see if he’ll- shower.” This was so absurd, but they actually seemed upset and he was the leader so this silly task fell to him.

“Well? Aren’t you going?” Pidge asked expectantly. “He’s only getting more ripe with every passing minute.”

Shiro couldn’t stop his laugh as he shut down the display. “Alright, alright,” he said. “I’m going.”

“He’s in the hangar with his weird ship,” Hunk said. “Please, Shiro- you’re our only hope.”

“I’m going!” Shiro said, giving them a jaunty wave before leaving.

Lotor was in the hangar just like they’d said, laying on his back under his Sincline ship and fiddling with something through an open panel.

“Hey,” Shiro said.

Lotor turned his head slightly to look at him. “Hello, Shiro. Can I help you with something?”

“Uh,” Shiro said. Now that he was closer he could definitely smell something, like hot metal and smoke, like engine grease and something warm and musky underneath. He didn’t find it particularly unpleasant, but he could see why maybe the others did. “Uh, well.”

Lotor went back to doing whatever he was doing as Shiro fought to find the right words.

“Well, this is kind of awkward, but- but when’s the last time you showered?”

“Showered?” Lotor asked.

Shiro rubbed at his temples and fought not to sigh. Why was this happening to him?

“Yes, showered, bathed, whatever. You kind of… smell.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Lotor said. “I disinfect myself regularly, at least twice a phoeb. I’d do it more frequently but the bathroom in my room doesn’t have a disinfecting pod, just a strange large bowl.”

“Bowl?” Shiro asked. “Oh my god. You mean the _bathtub_?”

“Bathtub?” Lotor asked. Something dripped out of his ship to land on his face and he wiped it away with the back of his hand casually before returning to what he was doing.

“Yes, a bathtub. For baths?”

“What exactly are you asking me to do, Shiro?”

“I’m asking you to bathe!” Shiro said a little desperately. Lotor was fucking with him, he had to be. There was no way this was his real life. “You know, it’s when you take off your armor and-”

Lotor laughed like Shiro had just told the funniest joke in the world. “That’s funny,” he said, still chuckling. “Take off my armor? I don’t take off my armor, Shiro. We’re at war- no one takes off their armor.”

Shiro looked down at himself, clearly not wearing armor. “Obviously some of us do.”

“Yes, I wondered about that,” Lotor said absently. “At first I thought it was a clumsy attempt to dominate me. Like a power play, a taunt, showing me that I was powerless in my cell while you Paladins had no fear of what I could do. Now that I know you all better I understand it’s just because you’re-”

He broke off sharply with a chuckle as the word _idiots_ hung in the air unspoken between them.

“You can’t be serious,” Shiro said. “You can’t _never_ take off your armor. How do you sleep?”

“In my armor, obviously,” Lotor said like _Shiro_ was the weird one here. “I’m not going to take it off while I’m at my most vulnerable.”

“How do you go to the bathroom?”

“Well, technically-”

“You know what, no,” Shiro interrupted him. “No, I don’t need that kind of information.”

Lotor sighed and closed the panel before climbing out from under his ship and standing. “Clearly this is of some concern to you. I don’t want to cause problems for you and your Paladins if we can find a simple solution. Show me how to use the big bowl.”

“The bathtub,” Shiro said, flushing. “You’re a grown man, you can’t figure it out? Fill it with water, get in there and just- have at it. It’s not rocket science.”

“I want to make sure to do it correctly, so this issue is resolved to your satisfaction.”

“Fine,” Shiro muttered before turning away. This was not how he’d expected his day to go. They went to Lotor’s rooms and Shiro walked into the bathroom as Lotor followed. “Ok, you- close the drain,” he explained awkwardly. “And then you fill it up with water-” he turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature. “And once it gets full you- you get undressed and get in.”

“Curious,” Lotor said. “How is that supposed to clean anything? It seems like a way of redistributing dirt at best.”

“It’s clean because of the soap!” Shiro exclaimed.

“Very well,” Lotor said, frowning at the water.

“Great, fantastic,” Shiro said. “Have fun, bye.” He turned to leave but Lotor grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lotor asked.

“I’m leaving so you can have some privacy!”

“I don’t think so,” Lotor said. “You’re the one demanding I remove my armor and sit in the bowl all wet and _nude_ so you’re going to stay right here to guard me.”

“Guard you from _what_?” Shiro sputtered.

“Anything can happen at any time, Shiro. I didn’t survive this long just to be stabbed to death in the bath because you think I smell. If you want me to do this, you’re staying.”

“Fine,” Shiro said, blushing so hard his face felt hot and his ears were burning. “I’ll be just outside, alright? No one’s going to stab you in the bath.”

“Outside?” Lotor asked incredulously. “So if you’re taken unawares I won’t know until they burst in here? I don’t think so, Shiro. You’re staying right here.”

“Who is _they_ , exactly?” Shiro asked, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Lotor shrugged, turning back to the tub that was over half full by now.

“ _Fine,_ ” Shiro bit out at last. “You are the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met.”

“I’ve successfully avoided being murdered for ten thousand years- can you say the same, Shiro? Clearly what I’m doing is working.”

And then Lotor was bringing his hands up to the hidden latches of his armor and Shiro swallowed hard, turning to face the door as he waited. The smell got stronger as Lotor stripped and Shiro blushed harder even though he hadn't thought that was possible. He didn’t smell bad really, in fact it was oddly…

He swallowed again, pushing it out of his mind as he listened to the splashing of water as Lotor climbed into the tub with a hiss. For a long time there was silence and Shiro crossed his arms over his chest as he waited.

“What now?” Lotor asked, sounding vaguely disgruntled.

“ _Wash_!” Shiro said. “With soap!”

“Soap?”

“Oh my god,” Shiro groaned, rubbing at his temples. He took a deep steadying breath and finally turned around to see Lotor sitting in the bath with his arms wrapped around his knees staring up at him. The ends of his hair were floating in the water around him, and there was so much- skin. Shiro felt a little dizzy as he stared, it was a shock to see Lotor less than fully dressed, much less _naked_. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he stepped closer.

There was a loofah on a ledge in the wall along with a bar of soap and Shiro grabbed both of them before handing them over.

“What am I to do with these?” Lotor asked.

Of course it couldn’t be that easy, that didn’t seem to be the sort of day he was having. Shiro sighed as he knelt by the bath, blushing as he dipped the loofah into the water and rubbed the soap over it to build up a lather. “And then you just-” he took Lotor’s arm, the most innocent part of his body he could reach, and swiped the loofah over it. “Alright? I’m not- I’m not _washing_ you, ok? So feel free to take over at any time.”

Lotor took the soap and loofah from his hands with one more perplexed look and started washing at last and Shiro let out a sigh of relief, turning away from him again.

“This doesn’t seem very efficient, Shiro,” Lotor said. “I’d really prefer to have a disinfecting pod installed in here.”

“Take it up with Princess Allura,” Shiro muttered, sitting with his back pressed to the bath. “Aren’t you going to wash your hair?” he asked after a while, peering over at Lotor curiously.

“I’ll just disinfect it later,” Lotor said. “It’s too much of a pain to reach.”

“You’re already here, kind of seems silly not to finish the job,” Shiro said. Now that he was so close he could see that Lotor’s hair, which seemed so gloriously wild from afar, was more like a matted and tangled mess up close. Shiro had thought of Lotor as carefully maintaining his hair, keeping it brushed down on top and wild on the bottom on purpose, but now he was beginning to suspect his characteristic style was in fact a chronic case of helmet hair. What a shame- it looked like it could be so silky and smooth if he ever bothered to take care of it.

“It’s a waste of time,” Lotor said dismissively. “I usually just cut it off when it gets too unruly. I need to do it soon anyway, perhaps tonight.”

“What?” Shiro gasped in horror. “No- you can’t! You wouldn’t have to do that if you just took care of it-”

“If you care so much, _you_ wash it, Shiro,” Lotor said. “Frankly, I can’t be bothered.”

“You know what-” Shiro started, fully intending to declare his complete unwillingness to _wash Lotor’s hair for him_ but then Lotor smirked up at him, smug and victorious like a total asshole, and something in Shiro’s brain short circuited because the next words out of his mouth were- “I will.”

There was a half empty bottle of shampoo on the ledge and an even emptier bottle of conditioner and for some reason he was scowling as he grabbed them. He wasn’t entirely sure what the hell he was doing, what was going on here, but he had the odd feeling that Lotor was _winning_ somehow and he couldn’t have that.

“Duck your head under the water,” he ordered, “get your hair wet.”

Lotor did what he was told without protest and Shiro knelt next to him and started working the shampoo into his hair, working through the tangles. He felt like he was watching himself from outside his body- how did this happen? But it was fine, it was totally fine and everything was completely normal, there wasn’t anything strange going on here at all. Just- just a buddy helping out another buddy who happened to be an ancient intergalactic fugitive space prince… wash his hair.

Lotor’s hair was thick and luxurious but it was such a mess, in such a sorry state that soon Shiro found himself completely lost in the task and the weirdness forgotten. He had to shampoo three times because there was just _so much of it_. He was careful as he massaged the lather into Lotor’s scalp and pulled the unruly lock of hair that always hung down over his face back to wash it with the rest. Lotor leaned into his hands with his eyes closed and a vaguely smug smile over his lips and Shiro decided not to look at his stupid beautiful face anymore. Ridiculous- this was all so totally ridiculous.

Except he couldn’t stop the sense of satisfaction that filled him as he finally tamed Lotor’s hair into something vaguely respectable and moved on to the conditioner. He’d been right- Lotor’s hair was silky and smooth now, shining under the artificial lights of the bathroom. Shiro smiled a little as he rinsed the conditioner out, running his hands through Lotor’s hair a few more times just to touch it, to savour the feeling of the soft wet strands slipping through his fingers.

“I’m finished,” Shiro said at last, sitting back.

“Excellent,” Lotor said and just _stood up_ still completely naked, water sluicing down his body while Shiro was kneeling right in front of him, suddenly staring at his muscular thighs, and his eyes were sliding helplessly upwards-

He jerked back and hurriedly shut his eyes as he scrambled to turn around.

“I’ll just- why don’t you dry off and I’ll be in the main room,” he said, his voice coming out strangled as he practically ran out.

He stood in the center of Lotor’s bedroom in a stupor as his heart thundered in his chest, and then his eyes caught on Lotor’s bed, the blankets still rumpled from the night before, and peeking out from the bottom of the blanket, some sort of silky black cloth. Shiro walked over slowly to pull it out and it was- it was pants. It was a pair of soft pajama pants.

Shiro’s mind went blank as he went over to the closet and threw the door open to see at least a dozen casual outfits, a robe, more pajamas, a few flight suits- all of it in Lotor’s size. And the bathroom hadn’t exactly seemed unused either, he had shampoo and conditioner, a loofah- Shiro didn’t have a loofah. Loofahs were not exactly standard issue at the Castle, only Lance had one as far as Shiro knew, and-

He’d been had.

Lotor had been fucking with him the whole time after all.

He heard the door to the bathroom open and turned. He was still holding the pajama pants and he brandished them threateningly. “What the hell is this, Mr. _I sleep in my armor_?” he demanded.

“Pajamas, Shiro,” Lotor said mildly as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk. His hair looked so soft and shiny, falling loose around his shoulders, and he just had a towel wrapped around his hips and Shiro couldn’t think straight, all he could do was sputter uselessly.

“You- you said-”

“It was obviously a joke.”

“Since when do you _joke_?”

“Since always,” Lotor said. “I can’t believe you really thought I didn’t know how to wash myself.”

“You said-”

“Should I be offended?”

“I washed your hair!”

“I appreciate that. I was serious when I said it was a pain to reach.”

“You have _clothes_ ,” Shiro said. “You set me up.” What the hell was happening?

“Oh Shiro, I was just having a bit of fun with you,” Lotor said. “Surely you’re not actually angry?”

“A bit of fun?” Shiro asked, still dumbfounded. “You- you tricked me into- bathing you! I washed your hair!”

“In my defense,” Lotor said with a laugh, “it was very easy.”

“That’s not a defense,” Shiro said and couldn’t look away as Lotor lowered his arms and straightened to his full height. His bare chest was on full display and he was strong and lean and his waist was so narrow, and suddenly Shiro couldn’t seem to remember why he’d been upset.

“How can I make it up to you?” Lotor asked, tilting his head to the side. His eyes were glittering mischievously and he was smiling like he was having the time of his life. Lotor seemed close- why was he so close? Had Shiro walked towards him without realizing?

And then he was within arms reach and putting his hand on the back of Shiro’s neck and all of a sudden they were kissing and Shiro wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten here. Lotor turned them around so he could press Shiro to the wall and Shiro moaned, wrapping his arms around Lotor’s naked shoulders. He sank his hands into Lotor’s hair and it was still damp but so luxurious, thick and soft as it tangled around his fingers.

Lotor’s hands were at the zip of Shiro’s vest, tugging it open, and before he knew it he was shirtless and their chests were pressed together and he gasped shamelessly, breathless at the smooth expanse of Lotor’s hot skin against him. Lotor smiled against his mouth and slid his hands down to the backs of his thighs before hauling him up easily until Shiro was pressed to the wall with his legs wrapped around Lotor’s hips.

“Do you forgive me, Shiro?” Lotor asked as he pulled off to press hot open-mouthed kisses to his neck, the hint of teeth driving Shiro wild.

“What?” he managed weakly. Why was Lotor _talking_ right now when he could be using his mouth for so many other things, better things.

Lotor laughed and the sound made Shiro shiver. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured and bit at his shoulder sharply.

Shiro gasped and moaned, he felt like he was floating, moving, except- he was, Lotor was carrying him over to the bed and they were still kissing and Shiro gasped as his back hit the sheets and Lotor’s weight pressed him down.

He smelled like soap and fruity shampoo and Shiro kind of missed the smell of smoke and engine grease but he wasn’t going to complain, not while Lotor was pulling his towel off and lowering his hands to undo the buttons of Shiro’s pants. He was so hard already, each errant touch to his cock made him gasp and shiver. Lotor yanked his pants down to his knees and engulfed Shiro’s cock in his mouth as he cried out and jerked towards him.

“Oh fuck,” Shiro managed. “You’re- you’re good at that.”

Lotor just took him in deeper in response and he screwed his eyes shut, gripping Lotor’s hair to try and ground himself, to try and make this last. He wanted to spread his legs but he couldn’t with his pants tangled around his knees. It was ridiculous and maddening and Lotor just kept sucking him, bobbing up and down and making small enthusiastic noises and this was _not_ how he’d expected his day to go.

“Wait,” he breathed out and Lotor pulled back, looking at him expectantly. “Wait, I want you to fuck me.”

He moved to pull his boots off but Lotor pushed him back into the sheets with a hand to his chest.

“No, I like you like this,” he said with a smirk before hauling Shiro over to his front and pulling his ass up into the air. Shiro moaned at that, at how easy it was for Lotor to drag him around. Shiro was a pretty big guy, it was rare to find someone stronger than him, who could manhandle him like this, and Lotor was perfect, amazing.

Lotor pressed a slick finger against him, inside him, and he tried to open his legs wider for him and moaned in frustration when he couldn’t. Lotor just _laughed_ again and added a second and there was nothing Shiro could do except just lie there and take it, take whatever Lotor gave him. The stretch felt so good and he groaned into the sheets, trembling as he waited for more, for anything.

“Come on,” he gasped and finally he felt Lotor behind him, his thighs bracketing Shiro’s own, and he shifted restlessly only to have Lotor take him by the hips.

“Hold still for me,” Lotor said breathily, “relax, Shiro.”

And then he was pushing in and Shiro couldn’t breathe- Lotor’s cock felt huge and slick and he worked himself carefully inside with shallow gentle thrusts and Shiro couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his hand down to stroke himself.

“That’s not holding still,” Lotor said, grabbing Shiro by the wrists and pulling his arms behind his back, forcing his spine into a tight arch and leaving him with no leverage at all.

“Oh fuck,” Shiro gasped in shock and pleasure. He felt caught and trapped, completely at Lotor’s mercy, but it was amazing and he wanted more and Lotor gave it to him, thrusting firmly inside.

“Alright?” Lotor asked, breathing harshly.

“Yeah,” Shiro groaned. “Yeah, come on-”

Lotor laughed and started fucking him in earnest at last, leaving Shiro a whimpering mess on the bed. He was so hard, he just wanted Lotor to touch him, or let go of his wrists so he could touch himself, but even without it he could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each thrust.

“Lotor please-” he begged and Lotor finally let go of him to hold his hips and Shiro moved to fist his cock, stroking in time to Lotor moving inside him.

Lotor was moaning now too and that only drove Shiro onwards. “ _Shiro_ ,” Lotor whispered, raw and harsh, and Shiro couldn’t hold back anymore, he came with a cry and the only reason he didn’t collapse was because Lotor was still inside him, still holding him by the hips. He tried to catch his breath as Lotor’s movements grew frantic and uneven, and then he was shuddering and folding over Shiro’s back to kiss him behind the ear before he pulled out.

Shiro fell to the bed with a groan and tried to turn over but something was stopping him- his stupid pants, still tangled around his knees.

“Fuck,” he whispered, sitting up a little to try and toe off his boots.

Lotor laughed and moved to help him, _finally_ , and Shiro sighed with relief when he was free of the pants at last.

“You’re the worst,” Shiro muttered even as he tilted his face up so Lotor could kiss him. He ran his hands through Lotor’s hair again, he was starting to realize he might be a little obsessed.

“I think you like me anyway,” Lotor said with a grin.

Shiro winced a little as he moved and felt the slickness between his thighs. “I’m gonna- go clean up.”

“Hurry back,” Lotor said.

When Shiro returned Lotor was sprawled out naked in bed marking something in a notebook.

“What are you doing?” Shiro asked curiously as he settled beside him.

“Tallying my points,” Lotor said.

“Points? Points for what?”

“It’s… a little game I like to play with myself. It’s foolish.”

“Can I see?”

Lotor blushed a little as he handed the notebook over. The pages felt strange, thinner and sturdier than paper, the cover was more like a case than a traditional binding. He looked at the page Lotor had been marking to see a carefully drawn chart like a bar graph. The bottom was labeled: _‘Steward’_ , _‘Princess’_ , _‘Yellow’_ , _‘Green’_ , _‘Blue’_ , _‘Angry Boy’_ , and _‘Black’_ , except _‘Black’_ was crossed out and relabeled as _‘Shiro_.’ He’d scored the most points against Lance apparently, with Shiro coming in as a close second.

Shiro flipped the page to see a list, items with point values attached. He skimmed it, smiling as he finally understood the nature of the game, various notes popping out at him. Apparently the hair washing incident had been premeditated, it was worth fifty seven points. He laughed as he came to-

_Train mice to steal sweets - 41 points_

“I don’t know if you’ll manage that one,” he said. The next read-

_Figure out Yellow’s ‘brownie’ recipe - 32 points_

“Is that why you were staring at Hunk in the mess hall two days ago?”

“He tattled on me?” Lotor asked. “That’s six points.”

“Lance and Pidge tattled on you too, by the way,” Shiro added.

_Make Steward blush - 5 points_

“You’ve got that one too,” Shiro said, pointing.

“I’m doing better than I thought,” Lotor said, stretching out and closing his eyes. “You all are too easy.”

For a moment Shiro wondered if the sex was just another part of Lotor’s game, but there was nothing like that on the list, it was all just harmless notes like-

_Get Angry Boy to smile - 16 points_

_Make Blue jealous - 3 points_

_Food goo fight - 28 points_

Shiro flipped backwards to another list, another chart. This one was labeled- _‘Acxa’_ , _‘Narti’_ , _‘Ezor’_ , and _‘Zethrid’_ , with Acxa by far the highest scoring one. Their list was no less silly, and Shiro kept turning the pages backwards. There were more, names and designations he didn’t recognize, and it was all so lighthearted. He never could have imagined Lotor doing things like this, playing little jokes on people and keeping a tally. It was oddly endearing and out of curiosity he skipped to the very first page.

There was a single item written in a childish scrawl-

_Make a friend - gazillion points_

There was a checkmark next to it, shaky and somehow victorious, and underneath it a rough drawing of what looked like a cat.

Shiro smiled and turned back to the end, back to the chart with his own name.

“I want to play,” he said.

“You do?” Lotor asked in surprise. “But you’ll never catch up to my head start.”

“I don’t want to play against you, I want to play with you,” Shiro said. “I think there’s definitely a few on here you can’t get without me. I mean- if you want a food goo fight, I’m your man.”

“Huh,” Lotor said. “I suppose that wouldn’t be entirely unprecedented.” He looked off into the distance thoughtfully and then broke out into a bright grin. “We’ll have to rework the scoring system of course to account for the assist, and perhaps I could come up with a few challenges that will be just for you.”

“Sounds fun,” Shiro said, pushing into Lotor’s heat and burying his face in his hair. “You are the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met,” he said fondly.

“You’ve said,” Lotor said with a laugh.

 

 

_fin._

**Author's Note:**

> Find me on tumblr at [barbitone](http://barbitone.tumblr.com/) and pillowfort also at [barbitone](https://www.pillowfort.io/barbitone)


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